I’m trapped in a box. I’m trapped in a box, and it’s not comfortable. The box is cramped, and it stinks for some reason. How did I get trapped in here, which did it? A secret enemy? A
friend who betrayed me? My own family? I don’t know, I want to get out of here, I want to be free. Minutes, hours, days passed and I was still inside the box, I’m starving, thirsty, tired, I don’t
want to live anymore, and I don’t have enough force to try and open the box, and even if I had it, I’m too scared of escaping, what awaits me outside this box? I don’t know and because I
don’t know I’ll stay in this box.

I don’t have any more energy left, I don’t know how much time has passed, months, maybe years, is the box getting smaller, or am I getting bigger? I can’t even move anymore, so I guess this is the
end. Just before I died I realized who trapped me in this box, who wouldn’t let me escape this torture, who wouldn’t let me see the world beyond the box. It was me.